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Life and Hard Times: 2011

This time last year, started off just totally awesome! I mean. I was running shit at my FULL TIME JOB. I had moved into my own apt with me and my son. Had a sweet car. Everything was good. Income tax time came and I furnished my whole apartment. Life was fuckin good. The blessings were coming from all directions. Then. Someone broke into my house. Stole everything. Everything. Almost lost my apartment after that. Had a big fall out with my mom whom I still have yet heard from since September. Then I lost my car. Almost lost my house again. Lost all my friends. I had no one to lean on. But myself. I felt so alone. I still feel alone til this day. Everyday something always happens. And whenever something happens, I question GOD. I ask Him all the time "why me? What did I do to deserve all this bad stuff that happens in my life?
Why am I being punished IF this is punishment?" People tell me give my problems to God. I don't know how to do that. I may sound dumb I'd I say this but if I do that does that mean just Don think about it and forget it and He will do something about it?? You know that's easy for a lot of other people to say that for the sinple fact that they arw probably not going thru what I am or haven't been thru it neither. I mean, I understand u showing that you care and all that. And thats absolutely fine. But I don't Like hearing that "God wont put too much on you than you can handle." How is that true and everytime something happens I feel Luke killing myself because I can't handle it??  I don't know. But I be damned If. 2012 is full of shit like last year. I gotta do something about that.

**2012 more posts to come. Yes, I've been slacking. **

Comments

25champ said…
just remember that evrytime u dont hurt urself thats God....He is there and evrything u talked about u survived it...Just step back and look at yourself and look at what u been thru and admire urself for a second...#GodBless

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